Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

Today is the day to finally deal with everything.

Miki Nozomi returned to the place where she lived in this life, but felt that the beginning of this time was a bit insane.

As expected of the simple and honest early Italy, her parents passed away, and with the "help" of unreliable "relatives", she could even live alone under the pretense of being adopted.

Best of all, she's six years old now!Italian, it's so cheerful! (Well, although she saw that those relatives were unreliable, she just found an easy-to-operate bribe.)

It was already dusk, but the weather was a bit gloomy. Miki Nozomi turned a corner and finally saw the gate inside the house.

She approached, but saw something different from usual.

The house is still the same, but the difference is that there is a child with a black watermelon head squatting by the door of the neighbor on the right.Looking around, Miki Nozomi still has a handsome appearance that is different from Italy's profound facial features.

This is... Asian?

Why are you squatting here?

After all, I still can't see a child alone, let alone younger than me now.Miki Nozomi stepped forward cautiously, and tentatively greeted the little boy not far away.

"Hello?"

The little black-haired boy trembled his eyelashes, as if he was half a beat behind, slowly raised his head, and looked at Miki Nozomi with doubts in his heart.

Is this... talking to myself?

"It's you."

It was easy to see the other party's emotions from the little boy's eyes, Miki Nozomi softened her voice.

"Why are you here? Are you lost?"

After all, the neighbor next door is a bachelor. Although he seemed to have a partner before he was busy with other things, but no matter what, he couldn't give birth to such a big Asian son for the time being.

The original "Hello" could be understood by the little boy who had just been brought to Italy by his mother because of special training, but the remaining long string of Italian made him feel at a loss.

"Can't you understand?"

Seeing the bewildered look of the little boy, Nozomi Miki changed his language again.

"Are you lost? (Chinese)"

little boy:? ? ?

"Are you lost? (Japanese)"

Finally hearing the familiar language, the little boy was relieved, and obediently answered Miki Nozomi's words, and the little boy pointed to the door next to him.

"I'm not...lost, this is my..."

Having said that, he obviously hesitated for a moment before continuing to speak in a voice that paused because he didn't speak often.

"My home, I live...here."

"Your home? I see."

Miki Nozomi reacted instantly.

I'm afraid it wasn't the child brought by the woman next door after a successful proposal!She remembered that the neighbor next door was chasing beautiful Japanese girls.

"So, I'm the neighbor on the left."

Saying that, Miki Nozomi pointed to the house next to him, and then blinked at the little boy.

"The name is Miki Nozomi, six years old, how about you?"

"I...my name is Xihua...chu..."

Halfway through the speech, the little boy stopped abruptly, thinking of his changed name, he quickly changed his words.

"Giorno."

He said the name strangely, pursing his lips and repeating.

"Gioruno Joe... Bana, four years old."

"Okay, then can I call you Giorno?"

Miki Nozomi, who is very good at dealing with children, guides the other party little by little.

"After all, we are friends after exchanging names. Giorno can also call me Axi."

"friend?"

Strange and with some kind of sacred vocabulary, it was an existence that Giorno, who had been left alone at home by his mother, didn't quite understand, but he still nodded decisively and admitted it directly, feeling the kindness.

"friend."

So a friend should be someone who is as friendly as the other person, right?

"Speaking of which, why is Giorno here?"

Miki Nozomi also squatted down and stared at the little boy.

"It's already dusk, it should be time for dinner, right?"

"I……"

Just as Giorno was about to say something, there was a sound of the door opening in the courtyard, and a man in a vest came out of the house, shouting as he walked.

"Where is the person? Giorno?"

Giorno, who was still squatting, trembled slightly, and stood up instantly.

"Ah, it's outside the door."

The man approached a few steps, but unexpectedly saw Miki Nozomi standing up slowly.Anyway, they are neighbors, even if they are not familiar with him and Miki's family, it will not be bad.

"Child from the Miki family? Are you back?"

Miki Nozomi had already stood up completely, politely talking to the other side.

"Yes, I will live here again in the future, please take care of my uncle."

"Just yourself?"

The man looked up and down at the calm Miki Nozomi, but he didn't say much after all.

"It's quite courageous, so let's do it for ourselves."

After finishing speaking, his eyes turned to Giorno, and his voice became heavier in an instant.

"Hurry up and get in the house, do you want someone to say that I abused you by squatting at the door?"

"……Yes."

Faced with such words, Giorno just opened the door obediently and followed the man back into the house, remaining extremely silent from beginning to end.

Miki Nozomi was left alone frowning, looking at the closed door, his eyes full of deep thought.

This kind of shouting and drinking... It seems that this child's problem will be quite big...

Sighing, Miki Nozomi turned around and came to the door on his side, took out the key to open the door, and walked into the house.

Living alone always has to pack a lot of things, and even a lot of original things need to be put away. Although Miki Nozomi is alone, she is not in a hurry. She is more concerned about another matter.

For example... the two eternal problems of security and deposits.

She can still eat some money by depositing money, and she can find some things to do when she is a little older, but the safety issue...she will indeed attract thieves if she lives as a child.

After all, although this is a relatively safe residential area compared to other places, due to the prevalence of gangsters, there are more punks and the like.

So I can only use black technology to defend myself...

Coming to the window, looking at the ordinary glass in the house that can be broken when knocked, Miki Nozomi bowed his head and silently took out a notepad to write down tools such as power grids.

After finishing writing, she raised her head again to look at other things, but she was caught off guard and saw Giorno squatting in the corner of the next yard.

Miki Nozomi: "..."

Why do you crouch in a corner every time I see you?And you've been squatting there since noon!

The little boy still had the original expressionless and even gloomy appearance. Although he still held a book in his hand, his motionless appearance was like a mushroom rooted in the corner.

Miki Nozomi was even very skeptical, did the other party really turn the pages of the book!

Sighing, she put down her notebook, opened the door, moved a bench to the wall, stepped on it without hesitation, and finally it was half the height of the surrounding fences.

"Giorno?"

Whispering Giorno's name, Miki Nozomi tried to get his attention.

"Joe-lu-no-"

The sound increased slightly each time, and when the second sound sounded, the mushroom-like little boy raised his head and looked at Nozomi Miki with surprise in his eyes.

"Ah... Xi?"

He said Miki Nozomi's name a little strangely.

"That's right, it's me."

Miki Nozomi waved at Giorno, motioning him to approach.

Giorno put away the book, slowly stood up with a somewhat stiff body, came to the fence, and looked up at Nozomi Miki.

"What's matter?"

"It's a thing, but it's actually more of a curiosity."

Miki Nozomi looked down at Gioruno, the black watermelon head made the little boy seem to have a sluggish aura, and the pair of clear green eyes were not even calm like a child, the whole person was a little abnormally quiet.

After all, an ordinary four-year-old is not something that can be huddled in a corner all afternoon.

In order to start a topic, Miki Nozomi shifted his gaze directly to the book in the opponent's hand and asked questions.

"What is Giorno looking at?"

"Book……"

Raising the book in his hand, he showed the cover to Miki Nozomi. The cover with illustrations made Miki Nozomi instantly know its contents.

It's a fairy tale.

But... this is obviously a fairy tale book in Italian! ! !

"Giorno, can you... understand?"

He's only four years old, and he can't speak Italian, so how could he understand Italian?

"……can't read."

Giorno, who didn't even read all Japanese, shook his head and answered truthfully.

"I can... look at the painting on it and get familiar with it."

Ever since he moved to this country called Italy with his mother, he has been surrounded by unfamiliar languages.

Apart from the mother and the person who suddenly became his "father", only this "friend" in front of him can speak the only language he knows.

But recently, the adoptive father speaks less and less Japanese, and often only speaks when the mother is around, and the mother's language is gradually biased towards Italian here.

This made the sensitive Giorno panic.

If you don't learn it quickly, will you not even want to talk to yourself because you find it troublesome to talk in the future?

And the language is different, and I can't communicate with other people. In the past, my mother would give me money to buy food to fill my stomach, but now, even if I give myself money, I will buy it because I can't communicate. Can't get food?

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy Giorno became. He looked down at the words on the book that he didn't understand at all, and even clenched the fingers holding the book involuntarily.

"So Giorno wants to learn Italian?"

A soft voice came from the top of his head, with a light feeling, Giorno raised his head, only to see this girl who was only meeting for the second time looked at him with a smile, and said a word.

"How about I teach you?"

Taught me?But……

"Very... troublesome."

Giorno stumbled and said what he believed to be the truth.

"I am stupid……"

At the beginning, his mother still came to teach him seriously, but because he was so stupid that he didn't even have it for half a day, his mother gave up annoyed.

If he is so smart, how can mother be so irritable?So in the end, it's because he can't remember it the first time, is he a stupid kid?

"stupid?"

Miki couldn't help laughing.

"How can you be stupid if you are only four years old?"

There is a smile in the brown eyes, but there is no ridicule from other people at all, but it is warm, like being exposed to the warmth of the sun in winter.

"Stupid or not, how come you have to wait until you grow up to judge?"

The author has something to say:

After writing Furong, I feel that when he was a child, his father did not love his mother or his mother, what a miserable child!

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